Month: March 2013

When Lady Gaga’s Monster Ball tour first came to Arizona in July 2010, she told the audience that other people in the music industry wanted her to boycott Arizona because of SB1070, also known as The Support Our Law Enforcement and Safe Neighborhoods Act. At the time of the concert, SB1070 was just a bill but has now since been signed into law. The law obligates Arizona police to pull over anyone of “reasonable suspicion” to determine whether or not they are undocumented by checking for a valid license or other documents. “We need to be active, we have to actively protest,” Lady Gaga said. “The nature of The Monster Ball is to actively protest prejudice and injustice and that (expletive) that is put on our society as a youth because you’re a superstar no matter who you are, or where you come from and you were born that way. I will not cancel my show, I will yell and I will scream louder, and I will hold you and we will hold each other …

Hey boo hey! Today we are taking a look at the past, a time when being a bold bitch was not only difficult, but unpopular. It still isn’t that popular but this story comes from a very bold place. Let it be known that boldness doesn’t always lead to GOODness. And sometimes, letting go is the boldest thing you can do. Without further ado, let’s go back to the 2000s…

I received the text message. It was late at night on a Tuesday, and I had an English assignment due the next day. Ninth grade English class is just so difficult. The text read: “We need to break up.” I was disappointed but not exactly saddened. Lindsay and I had only been dating for like a week. AIN’T NOBODY GON’ BE HEARTBROKEN OVER DAT SHIT. (Exception: If Darren Criss and I were to be in a five minute relationship that ended most likely because he realized I am completely insane, then I would cry for days, call off work, drop out of school, and go on an “Eat, Pray, Love” adventure to find myself.) I didn’t know how to respond exactly, I was just so dumbfounded. I mean, come on, I’m pretty attractive. So, I simply said: “Why?” It took a good ten minutes to get back a response and I wasn’t sure how long it would take. Finally, she replied: “God doesn’t want us to date anymore.” WHAT?! GOD TOLD YOU TO BREAK UP …

THE BEGINNING Some may say I chose the Mean Girls life, but the Mean Girls life chose me. It wasn’t something I was looking for. The first day of my first class at the Walter Cronkite school and there he was. Regina George in the flesh.